Wednesday, 23 December 2009

snow dreams

Snow drops on an friends wedding day. so romantic. cold and crisp. a covered band stand with iced mote.white streets. slippery!

Christmas tress covered in ice droplets

a postcard picture perfect. taken from Cumbria. Grange over sands.

Frozen flowers
Hungry birds, leaving tiny foot prints in the snow.
Me and James at the wedding. all smart.

Last picture took before it started to snow. freezing and waiting for the lumps to fall.

Saturday, 5 December 2009


Swan, River, Lake

A ripple meets the river bankThe paddling swan now passing byHe leaves his mark sparkling in the sunHis future path has not yet swum.You the sun, and I, a swan

These words a string of ripplesAs I swim on, and you shineOn my future path I must go by.

These words from movements past Or freshly now as rippled meaningsGently flow across the mindMade silver by your light.

No river for these ripples writNo cygnet for a swan begetNot any meaning in this verseExcept your shining makesAs rivers seek to merge with lakes.

David Taylor